I Censor Myself

Throat threaded up thoroughly,

stitches stretched strictly

Breathing breaks oaths and promises,

whispering white lies to the winds.

Taut tightrope taken down,

tightly knotted around my head,

in my mouth,

So that I can try to

try not to

try

not to trip up,

a balancing act.

Broken sentences sit in my subconscious,

never to be seen or said or sought after.

My head reels and rocks at

revealing the risky thoughts that

ramble on inside.

Hands hung loosely behind my back,

holding back to inhibit and hinder hopeful whims to be written in loose

leaf wide ruled notebooks

in ballpoint pen

as to never be read or spoken or heard.

My ideas are rated stringently,

and if you don't fit the parameters

there are censors involved.